Gogol felt extremely uncomfortable inside those new closes since he was used and somehow forced to walk around dressed in his loose pants that went so well with his whole figure of a black and white magician or a clown. In addition to the act that not that much big of variety was available for the clown since of his body measurements. So, walking around in skinny jeans and respectable buttoned shirt not only was uncomfortable, but it was also strange and did not really match his personality and behavior, or anything at all! And that is why he really felt like a clown right now, and not in the way he wanted to feel like a clown.
Yet, he calmed himself with the understanding that soon those close will stop bothering him as he will finally reveal himself in front of the person that probably already forgot about his existence to begin with. But first he had to find Dostoevsky wherever he might be inside this spacious prison, probably inside one of those countless cubes as it seems like they were the place for those rule breakers.
He looked around as curiosity grew bigger inside his chest from the sight that had opened in front of his eyes as in the very beginning but tried to count those cubes in the air, Yet, understood that it would take him too much time which he could not spend on things like that right now. So Instead be tried to look inside each cell in order to spot a familiar face between all of the strangers who set there because of different reasons which yet, was the same for everyone – they were ability users which posed danger to those who weren't able to protect themselves. He probably must sit in here as well but instead of being the prisoner right now he was someone who had a duty there. And somehow, he even enjoyed the place of the good guy as everyone around who did notice the guard stared at him as it would help them get out of here. How pathetic it is.
This trip seemed to take him ages, yet he was respread to find Fyodor, so be kept on going, as he knew that Fyodor is somewhere there. It was strange, but be could FEEL Fyodor Somewhere near him as lies heart began to beat faster and faster in exaitment. He REALLY missed his dearest friend throughout this long period of time and he had so much to tell him!
And as he ran all of these thoughts in his head suddenly something fell from above, just near him, and when he got closer to absorb the object he was surprised to figure out it was a metalic salt shaker, and a second later fell another thing on the floor. An egg.
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Everyone knew that prison didn't serve the best food you could get as eating nothing at all sometimes could be better then that. So, usually that was one of the many reasons behind people thought about their plans twice, so they won't have to go through this very unpleasant experience.
Yet, Fyodor didn't complain too much about the food as he didn't really used to eat something in general unless someone was there to make sure that he did eat something. And right now, there was no one to take on this role as Gogol is dead and Ivan is somewhere in prison. Moreover, as a Russian man he wasn't used to all of those strange dishes that were so common all around Europe and Japan as he was showing a lot of interest towards their culture, language and dishes. And luckily, he had Dazai with him as the Japanese quickly noticed the desire of the Russian for his culture as he didn't really pay too much attention about it himself, actually, he didnt care about it at all just like he didnt care about many other things as well. But talking with Fyodor about it from time to time wasnt too bad as it spent time nicely for him in this place.
"So, you say that Japanese people are smart enough to create things like QR codes and auto driving cars. Yet, not smart enough to boil an egg for ten minutes in order to avoid a deadly disease" the Russian sighed in disappointment like he was talking about someone he knows as he didnt want them to Shame themselves in front of everyone else, even though his face reminded completely indifferent.
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